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Dudits
Tao


Registered: 09/16/13
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Loc: West coast
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Poetry?
#23645751 - 09/14/16 08:37 PM (7 years, 4 months ago) |
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Ive decided to share some stuff i have written for the fuck of it. This one is kinda old but i like it.
You would of have to know us to realize what a tragedy it really is. Or maybe you would have to know the “us” that at least existed in my mind. I lay awake at night and wait to snap out of this dream. Like I’m going to wake up in some hospital bed and there you will be standing over me with tears of joy. I can’t explain what it feels like to have something happen that you simply can’t believe it is true. But I carry on with this life the best that I can hope one day I will wake up and you will be there. You think it would fade after a couple months but it hasn’t, if anything it has gotten worse. As the days tick by the realization that I won’t wake up, or that there isn’t anything to wake up from sinks in and my heart is drawing a blank on what to call these unknown feelings it is having. When your life is powered by the hope that you have been in an accident and lay in a coma somewhere acting out some vivid dream, you’re in trouble. I’ve actually had the thought that when I had my ayahuasca ceremony that I came back to a different reality, or some different dimension. Not just as some stupid passing thought, but an actual sat for hours thinking and analyzing the possibility, kind of thought. Sometimes I still think it could be true, I guess that goes to show how different you are compared to the person I saw you as. Or maybe it’s true, that I left and came back to a different dimension where this “IS” the person you are. Maybe I just died in the reality that you actually loved me in.
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Re: Poetry? [Re: Dudits]
#23645791 - 09/14/16 08:55 PM (7 years, 4 months ago) |
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Thanks for sharing! I realize a quoted post is searchable but anon is just how I feel at this point in time in regard to my written efforts. Enjoy.
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I wrote this a couple years ago all messed up and listening to Hendrix. Neil Young said once that the greatest pieces of music are remembered and not written. I'm not sure if he meant that some things are meant to be or that our life experience is our treasure. Either way, this is pretty much the only piece of writing I've ever truly been proud of.
whisper for Me
We are all beings of pain and power It is our choice and not that of fate to empower our creative and beautiful destiny To let our souls run naked and free to enjoy the open air without the cries of mockingbirds calling out for Lightning and laughter We are our own master So let the monkeys gather to howl at their filthy tribe while our gilded clouds deliver us to eden and peace And we will meet with ourselves while the others glare with Envy in our profound discovery; That we are all hovering on silver lines of a message sent from above But nothing that of anything divine A message of unconditional love A message calming the stubborn blackened dove in to submission so that it may be purified and reborn among the garden on phoenixes So that it may once again taste the sweetness of a rose and not that of it's thorn So rise up from the safety of your seat to show the universe your beautiful hands And we will meet again, as you have lost your path Our Rollercoaster will then clap And you will be an eagle
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Dudits
Tao


Registered: 09/16/13
Posts: 233
Loc: West coast
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Thats really good, you should definitely be proud of that one.
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Dudits
Tao


Registered: 09/16/13
Posts: 233
Loc: West coast
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Re: Poetry? [Re: Dudits]
#23645825 - 09/14/16 09:08 PM (7 years, 4 months ago) |
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What else ya got?
Sometimes I hate the world so much that it almost hurts to live. Then there are moments I love life so much I could cry for every passing heartbeat.
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